It continuously got lost due to my batting of the catnip ball whenever I saw it. Eventually, it got stuck under the fridge.
When it was finally retrieved, it was placed into a baggie for good measure, and only taken out when I had to have my wonderfully sharp claws dulled, you know, to distract me.
So, this is what happens: Clip, catnip, nip, catnip! I bite when I get my claws clipped. I don't like it when my furniture destructive capable claws become less furniture destructive capable.
Afterwards, if I am good, I get to play with my catnip ball some more.
Then I favor the baggie more than the solid catnip ball.
I get tired and lay down on the baggie.Then I love my catnip ball again!